Monthly Archives: January 2017

Sergeant Billings had the troop in a two men abreast formation and the advance skirmishers out in front of our contingent in no time. I yelled, “Forward at the gallop,” and we moved out. As I rode by Sarge … Continue reading →

The Yank troopers had been riding two abreast. The last two Yanks turned to see what was making all the noise when six colt slugs hit them. They fell from their mounts, which caused their horses to stampede into … Continue reading →

I thought that I would intersperse my normal blog with a personal story that happened 22 years ago. It began during the first weekend in December of 1994, which was Saturday the 3rd and Sunday the 4th. I had been … Continue reading →

I looked at Sergeant Billings and directed, “Send out four troopers as scouts ‘bout a mile in front of us, with two troopers half way between tha scouts and tha main body. I need ya to stay with tha … Continue reading →

We got directions to the camp of Greenley’s former company, which is now commanded by First Sergeant Billings. We rode to the camp in a matter of minutes. I asked the first trooper we met where the sergeant was … Continue reading →

Even though it was daylight, Zeke, Skeeter, Stonewall and I slept like the dead. We were bushed, and I believe Major Mosby left us alone so we could catch up on our rest. In the late afternoon, I was … Continue reading →

I thanked Mr. Anderson, who quickly left the barn and reentered his house. Then, I quietly woke Zeke and Skeeter and told them to saddle only their regular mounts. We were leaving the Yank horses behind. Once the scouts … Continue reading →

If Yank scouts had made it this far south, it was a bad news. It meant they had already made it down South Mountain by way of Turners Gap and were probably half way to Middletown. While Zeke guarded … Continue reading →